“I dowish Ashley and I could have made it to your engagement party, Jamie,” the president said over the uplink in Jamie’s office. “Unfortunately, we just couldn’t get away.”
Jamie shifted in his chair, sparing a fleeting thought for the last call from the president he’d taken in his old home office. He was thankful the outcome would be different this time around.
“We understand, sir. Your presence will be missed.”
“We’d like to extend our congratulations to you both. Please pass along our well-wishes to Kyle.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Now, about the latest meeting with the special counsel you’ve agreed to.”
Jamie sipped at his coffee as he talked his way through the real reason Michael had called that June morning. For all that the investigations into his and his father’s actions over the past year or so had been retooled, they weren’t going away completely. The public perception of his role had changed drastically though, and mostly for the positive. Criminal charges were looking less and less likely due to the support given by the government and the declassification of the Pavluhkin mission.
The call this time lasted about an hour. Jamie finished his coffee well before the president said goodbye. The morning sunlight spilling through the windows brightened the office over the course of the call, to the point the attending computer adjusted the overhead lighting.
A message flashed across the lower screen halfway through the call. It came from Liam, asking if Jamie and Kyle were joining him for breakfast. Jamie discreetly answered in the negative. Liam had arrived midday yesterday for the engagement party, keeping a low profile, as much as a royal outed as a metahuman could. Jamie was just glad that Liam had been able to make it, but he could fend for himself when it came to food.
“Enjoy a drink for us,” Michael eventually said in lieu of goodbye. “And keep an eye out for a package in the next few days.”
“We will, sir.”
The uplink was cut, the holoscreen disappearing. Jamie was going to turn his attention to his email—a habit he still hadn’t broken yet—when movement in the doorway caught his eye.
Kyle lounged against the doorframe, wearing a pair of soft sleeping pants and Jamie’s wrinkled dress shirt from last night. The shirt was unbuttoned and hung a little big on his shoulders. His light-brown hair was a mess that came more from the multiple rounds of sex they’d had last night rather than sleep. Jamie let his gaze drift up and down Kyle’s body, loving how he looked in Jamie’s clothes.
“You promised no work today,” Kyle said, almost pouting.
“I couldn’t ignore a call from the president.”
“I would have.”
Jamie laughed and stood up, the suit he’d put on just for the call not the one he planned on wearing for their engagement party later that afternoon. “I know you would have.”
“Guess it’s a good thing you left me all alone in bed, isn’t it?”
Jamie crossed the room, getting right up in Kyle’s space. Kyle straightened up as Jamie reached around and got a firm grip on Kyle’s ass through his pants, squeezing hard. Kyle rocked upward, his arms twining around Jamie’s neck.
“I didn’t want to leave you. If it were anyone else calling, I would have ignored them,” Jamie said.
“You said that last time and ended up going to dinner with the First Son.”
Jamie leaned down and kissed Kyle, sliding his tongue in deep to taste him. Kyle sighed against his lips after they separated. Jamie raised his head, staring down at Kyle. “We still need the president’s support, but if it makes you feel any better, they aren’t coming.”
“That does,” Kyle said, fingering Jamie’s tie. “But you know what I’d like more?”
Jamie flexed his fingers against Kyle’s ass, massaging the firm flesh there. “I think I can guess.”
Kyle smiled teasingly at him. “Then I hope you’re not too tired to finish what we started last night.”
They had a few hours until his mother arrived to start overseeing the final details of the setup for the party. That was more than enough time to enjoy the rest of the late morning how Jamie had hoped to before he’d been woken up by a request from the president’s aide about taking the call.
Jamie licked his lips. “Let’s go back to bed.”
He stepped back and took Kyle’s hand in his, leading him back to their bedroom down the hallway. The plas-glass windows were still shaded dark for privacy, so while they could still see outside, no one could see in. Jamie spared a moment to set the soundproofing before Kyle grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket and tugged him down into a demanding kiss Jamie was more than willing to indulge in.
“Take off your clothes,” Jamie murmured against Kyle’s lips.
Kyle nipped at his bottom lip, and Jamie smacked him carefully on the ass for it. Kyle sucked in a breath, a smile on his face as he pulled away. “You want a show?”
